I've been having a lot of change in my life lately - well at least ideas of change, and I realized something. There is a threshold the body and mind can take.
This has led me to dub this post the Carter Threshold of Change Theory.
The universe and individuals are fueled by change and by evolution. If we remain stagnant, we cease to evolve and develop, we die literally and figuratively. If we evolve unnaturally or too rapidly, weird stuff happens - there is threshold, a balance for enabling change.
In my quest for inner fulfillment, I have sought answers and many have been thrust upon me recently. However, I'm finding that today I reached my limit. Just like when you sample a new dessert and take that first bite, and are intrigued, then pleased, then mildly euphoric, then proceed to polish off every last bit of that dessert only to find an hour later you feel sick to your stomach, oversatiated, and even gastrically overwhelmed. Well, that's been my week. I feel like I've taken too much in too fast and now my body and mind are starting to reject it.
If you're one of those superhuman people that have it all together, this post may not apply. But for the rest of us, it got me thinking that it might serve us well to be "grazers" when it comes to change. Just as for most people it works best to eat many small meals throughout the day to experience the optimal health benefits of food, so too might we take this approach with changing our life.
Biting off the whole enchilada might make you puke. Sampling change in smaller bites might ultimately be more in harmony with your system - and more fulfilling in the long run. So have fun with it, and "bon appetit!" (Enjoy the process - enjoy the meal!)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Feeling Yellow
Call me crazy, but I swear I am getting some signs from above. BIG, yellow signs. I've been wearing yellow, bought a big yellow purse (something I would NEVER do), and even got my morning vanilla latte served in a honkin' yellow coffee mug this morning. I have Lance Armstrong on the brain, and lo and behold his whole Livestrong corporation is the poster child for Yellow.
As coincidence may have it (probably no coincidence at all), I met a fascinating mom from James' preschool this week who does some metaphysical work. We met for coffee and had a really cool talk and she told me the concept of chakras and all that jazz.
After I left, I figured what the heck, I wonder, "Is there a yellow chakra and what does it mean?"
So, I e-mailed her and she replied, "It is interesting that you mentioned that because as I was leaving you, I had the feeling I need to tell you about your third chakra."
In a nutshell, here is what my trusty Google research dug up:
From About.Com:
The Solar Plexus Chakra is associated with the color yellow. This is the area which defines our "self-esteem". The personality that develops during puberty is housed in this chakra....otherwise known as the "EGO". Anyone experiencing dysfunction of the third chakra is having difficulty obtaining or maintaining his/her own "personal power". This intuitive chakra is where we get our "gut instincts" that signal us to do or not to do something. Strong self-esteem is a required for developing intuitive skills.
Prior to this, my new friend told me without knowing about my yellow mood "you need to create from the soul, not the ego - whatever it is you are trying to work on, it's coming from the wrong place."
After thinking about this and getting over my heebie-jeebies, I felt like a little bell went off. So, call me crazy or maybe really the universe is trying to send me a message. Whatever it is, you will see me writing more, doubting myself less, and not caring so much what people think. At 35, am I finally getting some soul?
As coincidence may have it (probably no coincidence at all), I met a fascinating mom from James' preschool this week who does some metaphysical work. We met for coffee and had a really cool talk and she told me the concept of chakras and all that jazz.
After I left, I figured what the heck, I wonder, "Is there a yellow chakra and what does it mean?"
So, I e-mailed her and she replied, "It is interesting that you mentioned that because as I was leaving you, I had the feeling I need to tell you about your third chakra."
In a nutshell, here is what my trusty Google research dug up:
From About.Com:
The Solar Plexus Chakra is associated with the color yellow. This is the area which defines our "self-esteem". The personality that develops during puberty is housed in this chakra....otherwise known as the "EGO". Anyone experiencing dysfunction of the third chakra is having difficulty obtaining or maintaining his/her own "personal power". This intuitive chakra is where we get our "gut instincts" that signal us to do or not to do something. Strong self-esteem is a required for developing intuitive skills.
Prior to this, my new friend told me without knowing about my yellow mood "you need to create from the soul, not the ego - whatever it is you are trying to work on, it's coming from the wrong place."
After thinking about this and getting over my heebie-jeebies, I felt like a little bell went off. So, call me crazy or maybe really the universe is trying to send me a message. Whatever it is, you will see me writing more, doubting myself less, and not caring so much what people think. At 35, am I finally getting some soul?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
My love affair with Austin
Woke up in love with Austin. It is a city of rolling hills, and smart people. Bluebonnets dot the roadsides as colorfully as the panhandlers do. It's a place where Texas traditions meet urban youth. Where sophistication is pared down, and where the packaging isn't perfect - but the magic inside is gloriously flawed perfection.
Austin is me. Educated, ethnic, complex, young-at-heart - full of contradiction. Beautiful when it doesn't try too hard. It doesn't have the glamour of New York, the pedigree of Boston or the glitz of LA - yet stands toe to toe all the same. It is cloaked in laid back unpretensiousness, and when it tries to be more than it is, we know it. Austin does not try to impress, and yet it manages to do so all the same.
Austin is mystical to me. The top of Mount Bonnell at sunrise and driving over the Mansfield Dam bridge at sunset are glimpses of the sweet, serene freedom of this town. Where tattoos and cowboy hats comingle, where Mexican food and fine dining in blue jeans aren't at odds. Where moms with bobs and capris buy groceries next to slacker cool, goat-eed writers and musicians. Austin draws the artists, the seekers, the optimists, the mavericks, the good, the bad and the ugly - and that's exactly as it should be.
Austin is home. In more ways than one.
Austin is me. Educated, ethnic, complex, young-at-heart - full of contradiction. Beautiful when it doesn't try too hard. It doesn't have the glamour of New York, the pedigree of Boston or the glitz of LA - yet stands toe to toe all the same. It is cloaked in laid back unpretensiousness, and when it tries to be more than it is, we know it. Austin does not try to impress, and yet it manages to do so all the same.
Austin is mystical to me. The top of Mount Bonnell at sunrise and driving over the Mansfield Dam bridge at sunset are glimpses of the sweet, serene freedom of this town. Where tattoos and cowboy hats comingle, where Mexican food and fine dining in blue jeans aren't at odds. Where moms with bobs and capris buy groceries next to slacker cool, goat-eed writers and musicians. Austin draws the artists, the seekers, the optimists, the mavericks, the good, the bad and the ugly - and that's exactly as it should be.
Austin is home. In more ways than one.
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